Most Of Those We Call Heroes Only

A Man Falling Off A Cliff To Certain Death Will Stretch Out A Hand Even To His Worst Enemy.

A Secret Spoken Finds Wings.

Take What You Want, And Pay For It.

It's Not Evil, Rand. I Know Something Evil When I Smell It. This Isn't Evil, It's Just Incredibly Stupid.

Fantasy Is An Area Where It Is Possible To Talk About Right And Wrong, Good And Evil, With A Straight Face. In Mainstream Fiction And Even In A Good Deal Of Mystery, These Things Are Presented As Simply Two Sides Of The Same Coin. Never Really More Than A Matter Of Where You Happen To Be Standing.